Hours later the two friends still sat in Brendon's room investigating the files that they had acquired during their evening escapade. By this time they had scoured every file, every piece of paper, and every word on every page in search of the clues that they were looking for. Finally exhausted by their search, they decided to take a break to talk other matters in their lives. Feeling a bit agitated about the subjects he knew that they were about to discuss, Brendon stood from his chair and walked slowly towards the window of his room. Ryan set his files on the floor and looked over to his concerned friend with a blank gaze.

"It isn't easy making decisions like this, is it?" he asked, following the outline of the window with his eyes. His hands twitched nervously as each finger popped against the nail of the opposite hand. With one of those nervous hands he smoothed a bit of his hair back behind his ear and looked towards the door. He didn't want to be there anymore.

"What you're asking me to do is..." Brendon paused and took a deep breath, exhaling loudly towards the window. His breath fogged up the cold glass with a misty mark. "I don't know if I can do this, Ryan."

He stared cautiously, his eyes noticing the shadow that had suddenly appeared in the crack at the bottom of the door. "We'll talk about this later."

The thick brass handle on the door slowly turned to the right as the person on the opposite side pushed it open. He walked into the room calmly and shut the door, locking the handle with quick fingers, then proceeded to sit down on the edge of the bed. He peered around the room and took in the situation before finally speaking.

"I'm here now," he nodded to Ryan. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Spence," he smiled. "We're planning on hiring a new bassist."

"We already have Brent," Spencer said with a look of concern. "Are we going to get rid of Brent?"

Brendon turned and walked solemnly back to his chair before sitting down and indulging his thoughts in another cigarette. He placed the stick up to his lips and flicked on the bright orange flame of his lighter, placing it against the end of the item that had become a flammable appendage on the side of his mouth. He sighed and leaned back into the cushioned seat as he exhaled the first breath of grey smoke. "Ryan wants me to whack him," he replied to Spencer before taking another quick puff. "But I don't think we should."

"You smoke too many of those," sighed Ryan. "Keep it up and you'll only be whacking yourself."

"So you think he needs to go?" asked Spencer. He looked at his two friends and bandmates, and added with a serious tone of voice, "I think he needs to go too. We shouldn't whack him though. It would be too suspicious."

"You think we should just let him go?" replied Brendon with words filled to the brim with smoke.

"No," answered Spencer. "We'll get someone else to do it."



"Agent M," a young agent leaned into the door of her office with a professional tone. "Z would like to have a word with you."

"Tell him that I'll be there in a minute, Agent K," she answered, plucking a folder off of her desk. "I need to have a word with him too."

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EDIT://nevermind you updated already
you should get rid of mcbrent and replace him with someone worthy of being in the ryfia -nods-

The update for this will come tomorrow. I've written half of it already, but I need to finish it.

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The three friends looked at each other with serious eyes. On the small wooden table in front of them lay a grey sheet of paper with a name written on the top right-hand corner. Ryan took another quick glance at the photo that accompanied the professional document and leaned forward in his seat. The others watched closely as he read a phone number from the sheet and began to dial their new client. The phone rang quietly. A gentle hum reverberated from the other end of the line as they waited.

"Hello?" asked Ryan as the humming stopped. Someone was listening on the other end. Within a moment's time there was a response. "Yes, this is... Ross. We met the other night during the party of a mutual acquaintance. My friends and I are in need of your services and were hoping that we could arrange a meeting tonight. Yes, this is a professional job. In fact, I think you will be quite pleased with our offer."

Brendon looked towards his bedroom door and stood up. He paced quietly across the floor, quickly exiting the inexorable tension of the room. The two remaining friends continued to make arrangements for meeting their new potential cohort. It seemed as if the deal was done when he suddenly asked a question.

"How much?" Ryan exhaled loudly and directed Spencer to show him the contents of a briefcase. "I think we could arrange about one million. In addition, there would be other opportunities for monetary compensation. Yes, that means you could receive more."

Spencer reached over the back of his chair and pulled out a hidden black leather briefcase. As he settled back into his chair he unlatched the top of the case and examined the contents. He pulled a large stack of bills from the case and began counting them out for their client's payment. The money had the nasty stench of sweat from another client of theirs that wafted through the air as the paper flapped in his hands. "This should do it," he answered, putting the stack into a smaller case.

Agent M stepped out of her office and walked down the crowded hallway with clicking steps. Her black high heels clanked along the hard wooden floor with metered precision. As she turned the corner to her boss' office, her bangs flipped down in front of one of her eyes. Catching her breath, she turned the dark brass handle and walked calmly into the dimly lit room.

"You called for me, Z?" she asked, stepping towards his mahogany desk.

The thick black leather chair swiveled slowly as Agent Z turned to face the front of his desk. He lowered the thinly-rimmed sunglasses from his face and set them aside on the edge of his work surface, then reached to the other end and pulled a large folder in front of himself. "I have a mission for you," he answered with no hint of emotion in his voice as he pushed the folder towards her. "It's a dangerous one... just the way you like it."

"That's what you said about the last job," she replied, taking a seat in the chair across from him. She opened the folder and examined the files with an intensely thorough pair of eyes. "A teenage mob?" she chuckled, pushing the folder back across the desk. "Come on, Z. Be serious with me."

"I am being serious," he answered, pushing the folder back towards her. "This group has disposed of three crime lords, a loan shark, ten mob pawns, and just last night an inside informant from the CIA."

"That does sound like serious business," she said with a slightly surprised tone as she took a look at the photos one more time. "They look like boys though."

"Don't ever underestimate your enemies, M," Agent Z reminded, pointing to the scar over his left eye. "When you do you might end up like me."

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